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“You do. It’s literally the biggest part of your personality.”
I stared at him for a moment, was I that bad? Did I act like he was acting all the time? “Well, what the hell do I have to be happy about?”
He tried to reach around me and grab his phone. I jumped back again. A grunt left his lips as he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe whoever this guy is you’ve been sleeping with?” He stared at me like he was waiting for a response.
“Hold on. Is that what your problem is? You’re pissed I’m not a virgin?”
“No I’m not pissed you’re not a virgin. I don’t care.”
“You’re jealous?”
He shook his head and quickly walked toward me. “I’m not jealous. This is a fake marriage, remember?” I tried to spin around him, but he caught my arm. I stumbled on my feet, almost falling before he caught me. He grabbed me along the waist and pushed me into the wall.
My arm was still behind me, his phone clutched in my hand. I could feel my heart beating faster, why was he so good-looking? I glanced at his lips, I hated that I wanted to kiss him. Hated that I liked the feeling of his hand on the bare skin between my black tank top and shorts. Hated that my body was betraying me right now.
“I know you feel that.” His thumb slowly graced the top of my shorts.
“Feel what?”
“This tension between us.” He leaned in close. “Are you going to keep fighting it? Or give in?”
“Are you going to tell me what's wrong with you?”
I watched his chest rise slowly as he took in a deep breath, moving his head to the side of mine. His breath rolled across my neck as he exhaled, my body again betraying me. I closed my eyes, and swallowed, fighting the urge to reach up and run my hands through his hair. “What's his name,” he said into my neck? His lips made their way up to my ear, kissing the soft spot behind.
I gulped, “who?”
He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “Him, the one you slept with.”
He was jealous. I could see it in his eyes. “That is none of your business. Can I have a list of every girl you’ve been with before?”
“If you want it sure, but this is different.”
I shook my head and shoved him in the chest. “How the hell is it different? Because I’m a girl and should have saved myself for you? Should have been the perfect daughter, so I could be the perfect wife?” I spat at him, furious. So tired of men in my life trying to control me.
“No!” He said, pushing me up against the wall again. “I don’t give a shit what you did before we met. I will give you a list of every girl I've been with, hell I'll even take you to meet them if you want. We’ll all go out to dinner, it will be a great night. Whoever this guy is that you have been with is different because he is here. He will be here, seeing you every day.”
I stared into his dark eyes, full of anger. He was probably right. “So what?”
“So what? Do you have feelings for this guy?”
I didn’t, after the shit he pulled in the locker room, I couldn't stand the sight of him. I don't think I ever had feelings for him. Maybe in the beginning I did a little. It was nice to have someone treat me nicely. To pay attention to me, to want me. But I could never have true feelings for someone. Michael and I’s relationship was all about sex. At least it was for me. I don't know what came over me, it was like I couldn't control the word as it rolled off my tongue. “Yes.”
I could tell he was clenching his teeth. He stared into my eyes. “Are you still sleeping with him?” I stared at him, I wanted to push him more, see how mad I could make him. What the hell is wrong with me? “Answer me,” he looked at me intensely, like he was ready to kill someone. I shook my head. “Use your words.”
“No. I haven't slept with him since we got married.”
“I want to make one thing clear. I know you want nothing more than to get rid of me, and as soon as we fulfill our duties I will leave if that is what you ask of me. But as long as you and I are husband and wife, you will not sleep with anyone else. I am asking this one thing of you, I gave up my life to come here and be your husband. I gave up everything I know, you will do this one thing for me. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He nodded and brushed his hand against my cheek. “Good girl.”
Did he just call me a good girl? What the hell? And why did it make me feel something, why did it turn me on? He smiled, all the anger melting from his face.
